I bought a bag of dough mix for soft pretzels when I stopped in Primm, Nevada on my way home from Vegas. Funny thing - when I think of malls I think of soft pretzels. I just now set up my bread machine to mix and rise the dough. Then I will make pretzels. Later, perhaps, some bean soup.
I am SO domestic. I think this is the main reason I could not contemplate a life on the road many years ago, when I was considering going for a career as a minor piano performer. I would have been lucky to get engagements, frankly, but if I did work it out I would have been driving all over the country, not having a real home. It just didn't work for me. The contradiction, then, is that for so many years my home has been virtually unusable, so I have blocked myself from what I love.